Now is when you mutilate a massif
by Siddharth Pandey
When does rootedness refuse to act as a requisite for dwelling?
When does dwelling dissipate into a dirge for the living?
And when does living lose its loyalty to feeling?
Here in the Himalayas,
Cement rapes the resilience of mud, and plastic throttles the thriving of rivers
Construction debris colonizes giant hill-flanks, and snow forgets its ritual falling
Walkways veer into garbage dumps, and indolent indoors eat into vibrant outdoors.
Now is when the deeds of progress rupture the seeds of growth
Now is when the onslaught continues unabated, and mist’s silver hazes
Now is when the past ceases to cedar-sing,
and the present extinguishes its meaning as a gift.
Now is when you mutilate a massif.